Knowledge Kills

And as I crawl through the sewer of life

I feel the wall growing shards like a knife

No time to think as the suffering begins

The icy hand holds me close to the edge

I feel the wind as I'm pushed off the ledge

I know my mind will forever be enslaved

I don't really want to see

I don't

I don't really want to know

I don't

Before the sun kills my life and my soul

I travel down to the depths of my hole

I feel the breath of the world begin to change

I don't really want to see

I don't

I don't really want to know

I don't

I take the mud and the sand and the dirt

Rip off my skin before I feel the hurt

I turn to you as I watch your face explode

The more I know the more it kills me

The more I know the more it kills me

The more I know the more it kills me

The more I know the more it kills me